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Everything to lose, nothing to gain
Whatever I do, it goes in vain
Arduous it’s getting to mask this pain
Afraid I might just go insane…

For days I work hard, for days I toil;
Even after dark I burn midnight oil,
In comes your reply and makes my blood boil;
It’s not good enough you say, it’s mud and soil…

All you say after I’ve served your kings,
Try a little harder or pack your things.
What more do you want from me earthlings;
You are asking me to fly after clipping my wings.

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